Push It, Pu-Shit

Pimp, pump, push, oh yes baby, real deep,
But remember this; don’t need you, not a pinch,
It’s just provocative, poignant sex. A prosy prelude.

Unwritten verse, unsung song, unyielding, neither bends,
Urge you, leave it alone, allow certain memories be left
Unsaid. So uproot unruffled, I so unsophisticated.

Strip, subject to ridicule, when you played the fool sublime friend.
Strayed with strategy, clever man, strangled soul that loved you,
Now stained inside, but I’m still standing, while you stagger in squalor.

Hit, hullabaloo, hoarse screaming at you, internal holocaust, helpless,
Hem me in, heavy heart haste’s to depart, haul to happiness of past,
Hatred, harm, you harbour in your hand, home I shall find my haven.

Implement immense impious, nothing left to imply. I remain impregnable.
Impostor, impracticable to love, impotent feelings now impress, how inane
Was I? Inexperienced, inferior feelings I felt. Intrude no more, you’re just an itch.

Time, no more talk, or tampering, no tempting, teasing. I don’t trade, topple,
Tittle-tattle, trifle, trick, tumble, threaten, and thrive on this trail of yours. Just some
Trollop trespassed. I don’t love or trust you anymore. PUSH IT, you’re done.

Tenure expired tonight.